Last year, Tornado E had a little girlfriend KJ. She adored Tornado E talking about him all the time. Tornado E adored her because she was energetic and loved playing tag. KJ’s mom adored Tornado E because he was a sweet, bright kid. I adored KJ because she was a whirlwind and a tomboy. KJ’s dad was not in an adoring mood. KJ’s attention has never wavered. Tornado E’s has.
Tornado E: Daddy! I have two girlfriends!
The Husband: From your lips to God’s ears, son.
I was less than amused at that comment, but we’re talking kindergartners here. How much trouble could they get into?
A couple of days ago I had to gather up the boys right after school to go pay for Tornado E’s milk card.
Tornado E: K! I have to go to the office! We’ll be right back!
K came running in her bohemian outfit and boots.
K: That’s ok! I’ll wait!
Then she kissed him on his cheek.
Tornado E pretended to faint.
K giggled and ran off.
Tornado E got back to his feet and beamed.
I cocked an eyebrow.
Me: My boy, you are melodramatic.
Tornado E: I’m not melodramatic! I’m dramatic!
Oh, kid, I’m going to have to beat in gentlemanly behavior into you or you are going to lose your favorite appendage sooner rather than later.